Jasmine's fingers fumbled with her phone, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps as she pulled up her husband's contact. "P-Please—" Her voice cracked, her eyes darting between Emily's smirk and my cock—still hard, still demanding. "I need it—" Her thumb hovered over the call button, her body shaking with need.
Emily grinned, triumphant. "Do it." Her hand slid down, gripping my cock, stroking it slowly as she watched Jasmine struggle. "Or lose this cock forever."
Jasmine's thumb hovered over the call button—hesitant, terrified—but her body betrayed her. Her pussy ached, her asshole twitched, remembering the stretch of my cock.
RING.
RING.
"H-Hello?" His voice was tired, confused, the static of the call crackling between them.
"D-Darling—" Jasmine's voice cracked, her thighs pressing together as her pussy ached. "I—I need you to come to the store—" She swallowed hard, her hand tightening around my cock—
RRRRIIIIPPPPP.
